Nothing changes too much, unfortunatly

And as the tear drips from my eye

and as the sweat streaks down my brow

and as the blood trickles from my cut

I know you could never understand

And as your words pierce my heart

and as there glares tear my soul

and as her laugh slams my ears

I know you could never understand

For how could one so beautiful

feel what I feel

and how could one so wise

feel the way I feel

and how could on so liked

feel how I feel

Maybe one day the ugliest duckling

will turn into a swan

maybe one day the butterfly

will come out of it'd cocoon

and fly away to find somewhere else

thank you Insomnia, laced with sorrow

God bless Insomnia

so for the past three of four day's I haven't been able to fall asleep, and since I got my mac it's become a lot easier to write stuff down, so while I'm lying there trying to get to sleep, ideas for songs fall into my head, so here's one of them.

Fingers fly

Ideas splash against the page

set my creativity free

looking back

where did this come from

when did that get in side of me

writing out your love

writing out your life

writing out your song

now the music

what to do

I gotta show you I'm no fool

has to be happy

upbeat, and rhythmical

has to be as perfect as you

Writing out you love now

writing out your life

writing our how great your are

writing out your song

My fingers flying

this time on the strings

let the music take you

close your eyes

take a breath

and see your self like I do

Writing out your love, yea

writing out your life

Writing out your love, yea yea

I've written out your song

don't have music for it mind you, but at least I'm half way there

Work in progress...I think

Scraping metal
Shrieking steel
Tearing Flesh
All with the flick of the wrist

Floating algae
Molding upholstery
Water logged corpse
All with the press of the foot

Driving off into the darkness
Don't know where I'm goin

Driving off into the darkness
Don't think I'll be slowin

Badly Drawn Boy = Great Indie Music

And I'm sitting here on facebook,
staring at your picture.
wishing hopeing waiting, all in vain
what are the chances that you would be interested in me
why would you spend your time with someone like me
why would you even think of someone like me

why the hell does this always happen
why does my head do this to me
what did I ever do to it

as I sit here wasteing the hours
counting them
ones that could have been spent with her
watching them
trickling down the hour glass
dripping down to the massive mound of wasted time


and theres nothing I can do
nothnig but sit here an write it all out
and even then it barely helps

I think I need a hug

Respond to me?

What do you do?

when thinking about someone makes you feel sick to your stomache

but she's all you can think about

when you just want all these hopeless thoughts to leave you alone

but theses thought are all thats keeping you same

what can you do when someone ignores you

and it tears you up inside


is there even anything I can do?

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